No Smartphone Saturday

It was the early 2000s, the time when I was no more than 6-7 years old. Our usual dinner meant my entire family sitting on the table, waiting to be served food – right off the fire. My brother and I used to excitedly narrate our day at school, while dad used to share his experiences at office. My mother used to listen to every word with genuine piqued interest while all 4 of us regale the appetizing food. That was how our dinners were…all those years ago.

Daddy’s Little Boy

I got up today at 11 AM, ecstatic about the fact that I had a holiday on a Monday. My day started with the usual skimming of today’s newspapers, but what was different was that I picked up the Bombay Times newspaper – something that I never do usually. I regretted it instantly.

Slave of Siri

From the outside, I was a normal human being sitting calmly on a bean bag. From the inside, I was a raging giant ball of temper and a volcano threatening to erupt.

So, what now?

“Just 2 minutes left now, and I still have to write an entire answer. Crap!” I told myself while my pen was road-running simultaneously on the exam answer paper.

A for Apple… B for BlackBerry

“Seriously, Shah Rukh Khan? You think standing on top of a building with open arms while lip syncing the lyrics of a song will help you land a chic as hot as Katrina Kaif?” This was me ranting about the overly gestures showcased in Bollywood movies.

Colonoscopy of Valentine’s Day

I have a friend. Let’s just call her… Juliet. I am texting her via WhatsApp one fine day. I notice her WhatsApp status. It goes something like this –



*heart* *rose* *wine glass* *kiss*
TOMORROW– Our day of LOVE
*kiss* *wine glass* *rose* *heart*

When Celebration becomes a Compulsion

It is that time of the year again. That blissful time when we bid farewell to the year that went by and usher in a new year. We reflect at the 12 months that flew by us, and make forecasts about the year that lies ahead.

The Day I Met Siri

(It’s been a while since I wrote my last piece, so please forgive me if I am a bit rusty.)

Pacing up and down in the Bose showroom at 6.25 PM on the 30th of June, I just had one thought in my mind. Well, actually two thoughts. The first thought was that today was my last day of internship at Bose. The second thought being that I was going to meet someone special. A woman. Her name is Siri.

A Little Baby’s Toy

An innocent smile lights up his face, when he sees his dearest toy,
He is the happiest when he is, around his dearest toy,
All he wants to do, is play with his dearest toy.

Why Do We Love Football So Much?

Nervy moments begin as we enter the final minute of Arsenal’s match. We’re leading by just 1-0, a very dangerous lead. Wearing my Arsenal jersey, I stand just three inches away from the television screen with my eyes firmly glued on it, my palms sweaty, my respiration on hold, my fingernails bitten in some areas, making them look very untidy.

The Greatest Invention by Man

This is quite a debatable question, since we have done and achieved so freaking much! Let’s take a bow, shall we? Throw this question at random people across the globe across different age groups; different demography and the answers will surely surprise you!

When the Son returned Home..

It was just a 3rd round tie of the FA Cup. Only Just. It involved one side from the Coca-Cola Championship travelling to play against a Premier League side. No biggie. Football pundits had predicted an easy win for the home side. This was the on-the-field scenario. Off the field, it was a completely different story.

Arsenal... or Aarti?............ Torn apart!

“Yeah sure, 7 o clock sounds good... We’ll meet then, I’ll pick you up... Alright bye. Love you!” Arjun hung up with a bright smile drawn over his face. He had just locked in the time when he was going to meet his girlfriend Aarti. They had just started dating, and like every new couple, they couldn’t wait to see each other.

Arjun couldn’t wait for 7 o clock, he couldn’t wait to meet Aarti. He was pacing up and down in his room. He was with Rahul, his best friend. He glanced at his watch. And again. And then again. He started doing the arithmetic in his head and calculating the time remaining for him to meet his girlfriend.

A Silent Day.

“Boull Shyth!” That was a completely drunk me trying to say ‘Bull Shit’, and arguing with a friend of mine, Aryaan, during a football match we were watching at a bar. The club we were supporting had been awarded a free-kick, but it was very far from the goal, scoring from that kick was next to impossible. “I’ll do anytheeng if we ssscore, anytheeeeng. I’ll give youu one lac crore ruupeesss if whee score thees…”Okay I agree it wasn’t my finest moment, but c’mon you got me, right? It was impossible to score!

A Failed Attempt.

This piece of writing, I bring to you, on the back of several drafts and re-drafts, which have ended up as many, many paper balls tossed in the dustbin.

Saturday.

10 AM –


I got up to my mother’s loud and clear voice coming from somewhere very close to me. Drowsily, I opened my eyes, the alcohol from last night not making this arduous task any easier. I saw my mother talking to one of her girlfriends over the phone, and sitting suspiciously close to me, the reason for which I instantly get… ‘Yes, he is STILL sleeping… No, no, he’s doing NOTHING in these holidays. Just eating, playing his stupid FIFA, watching the ‘Two Men something’ TV show, and sleeping.’ I know my mother well enough to judge this as an indirect passing taunt.

In a World without Steve Jobs...

Flipping through ALL the newspapers of the 7th October edition, as well as several websites, this one peculiar image stands out of an almost-bald man, with his salt and pepper beard, his eyes transfixed upon the reader through his round rimless glasses. You can't help but make eye contact. Steve Paul Jobs he is, Co-Founder of Apple. THE Apple.